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Point Nadir


"Well it must not be a very good one because you're not laughing..." Malo replied, noting that he'd moved again. It only made her slightly uncomfortable at the thought to why he needed to move around. Was he twitchy, anxious, impatient? None of those things were very good things. Her comfort level was buffered by his own discomfort, at least, that's what it sounded like to her. Perhaps he didn't get needled by idiots very often...

He needed to get out more.

"Well what am I supposed to think... here you are, slinking into a female's private bed chambers all sneaky like, unwilling to show your face as you come hither unto her bed chambers like some predator... not to mention she has been drinking so it would be easier to take advantage of her in that position... oh.. I don't think I want to think about positions." A faint expression of distaste crossed her features at the thought and she had to shake her head to get the images out of her mind. "Unless, of course, you're a eunuch. You're not a eunuch, are you? I hear they make prosthesis for almost anything now adays but I'm not so sure about down there... that would just be awkward."

It was too hard to tell if she was getting under his skin without seeing him, and his voice was only a hint... but she hadn't been killed yet, so she marked that as a good thing. Either she was making some progress or he was just exceptionally patient.. or curious... or both.

Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace


Malo smiled at that laugh, as if sharing in the mirth. To speak, she turned towards the sound of it. "That would make you a paradox." A slight chuckle, then a shrug, "But then I'm not one to judge." She gestured to her own scar while speaking, but ignored the others - she had plenty more where that scar came from but not enough sincerity to start taking her jacket off to show them off... not to mention her lightsaber would be completely visible then. Better to have at least one surprise.

"I can only imagine the sort of after party someone like you would provide." She continued smiling then, but her eye glinted with something like steel as she spoke. "To be evading Zietta's guards, attempting to steal into her private chambers unnoticed, and to command who knows what level of the force at your finger tips... must be quite the party you have planned, friend."

Tython/ Jedi Temple – Training Room

The two were doing well in the simulation, both of them had aspects that could use improvement but so had everyone before them. Despite all of that they held themselves well under stress and seemed to be doing moderately well against a force they likely had never faced in real life and had little time to prep for. He did find it interesting that the simulation chosen was one set just a bit after the Last major Galactic civil war.

Ronyo looked to Sam as she spoke and he sense her hesitation and worry with the Mandolorians being so close to them. The Mandolorians and Jedi had been enemies almost as long as the Jedi and Sith, and at times even more fiercely. Those wars, conflicts, and battles had all manly been because of the differences in culture and understanding. The Mandos sought strength above all else, but it was not always physical prowess although that did play a large factor. Strength of will, of determination, and character also played a key role, aspects the Jedi also tried to cultivate in its young pupils. The difference came in the follow through and use of that strength, with the ideas being as simple as a sword and a shield. The Jedi always the shield ready to defend those who needed it and the Madnolorians the sword ready to strike down those they felt deserved it. When the two collided it was the inevitable phrase of what happens when an unstoppable force meets and immovable mass. If the sword and shield were brought to bear under the same idea then the outcome could be great for the galaxy.

“I understand your hesitation my friend and so did the council. It took me a good amount of time to put their worries at ease and have them come to trust the few Mandolorians who have stayed. We cannot forever be at war with their culture and hope to bring peace to the galaxy,” He smiled at his friend as she spoke of her age, “Your eyes are far from old Sam, it’s just something a lot of people are not use to yet.”

[ Missing Score ]

Mina bats at his arm playfully, slipping out of his hold only to catch his hand instead, sliding her fingers between his. "That is an acceptable plan," she tells him with a smile. "How goes our progress in recovering a ship for our particular use?"

She asks because it would be strange for them to say nothing, should the good commander feel the need to look back on his security feed, but it is not as important as the message they received. What does our friend have to say?

En Route to Anaxes

Rokumasu pulled his face away from Rikka's hand. He wasn't quite sure what she meant by 'play dirty', or what her intentions could be, but he didn't appreciate the way she so candidly touched his face. The grin, on her face, could be from a number of things. She was obviously enjoying herself, but there was this sense of treachery behind her expression. Whether it was the force or his own intuition that was warning him, he was beginning to expect it from her.

"Somehow, I take it that you're not going to let me sit this one out. Are you...?" Roku replied back, making it obvious he wasn't interested in playing, at all.

Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace


Malo only grinned at the insult, but that grin dropped when Kal made himself visible along with a sizable sword -- no, blastsword it had to be, with the energy she felt off it and her vague recollection of weaponry from the academy. The blade was dangerous enough, but in the hands of a force user it would be even more deadly... and leave one imagining what he could do with a lightsaber.

She didn't like the idea of helping him do anything, not through violent persuasion, anyways, but the more she thought of it the less reason she had against it. Eden hadn't said anything about how she was to conduct herself on Point Nadir... and if she went with this man then she'd be able to tell Eden exactly what had happened instead of speculation or, rather, leaving the speculation up to the Viggo. That was her job anyways.

Though, her own pass key wouldn't work on Zietta's lift. Malo didn't need to try to know that. She might be able to splice it easily enough, or have Querty do it if she was inclined to be lazy... then a cold feeling of discontent rose in her stomach, chilling her with a thought. What have you become, Sunrider?

She knew what he was going to do up there and she wouldn't be able to watch. Zietta was slime, both literally and metaphorically, but Malo wasn't a murderer. It was the one thing she'd refused to do for Eden and, so far, hadn't been forced to do since gaining the crime boss' employ. If she could stand up to Eden then she could stand up to this creep, blastsword or no.

"Get your own access." She said sharply, shaking her head and feeling too tired to have been making a simple decision. Her eyes narrowed at him, suspecting that he was using the force to affect her mind. "You've shown me yours," Malo continued, unzipping her coat enough to allow her saber to show. The blue crystal within hummed deeply as she felt for it, resonating to her as strongly as the day she'd left the cave on Dantooine with it. "but I don't do this anymore." She left the saber there on her belt.

"Do whatever you want up there," A similar feeling of coldness crept into her stomach; this time not on account of his actions, but her own. "but leave me out of it." She shrugged then, trying to dismiss her own unease. " I was just trying to be friendly, anyways."

Loathe as she was to turn her back on him with that weapon, she hesitated before turning to walk away.

Point Nadir, Zietta's Palace

Kal glared at the woman angrily as she refused to aid him. And then he was surprised to see a lightsaber dangling from her belt line underneath her jacket. That changed things a bit.

"Do whatever you want up there, but leave me out of it," the woman insisted, shrugging. "I was just trying to be friendly, anyways."

The woman hesitated before Kal, unsure of whether to act on her words and leave Kal alone or to bring out her saber and defend herself, surely. It was a wise choice, as Kal probably would have attacked her in anger, had she completely disregarded him. Kal activated the blaster mechanism on his sword and tip hummed and glowed a bright red.

"I'm going to give you a moment to rethink your refusal," Kal said. "You've got a lightsaber, which means you have to have been trained as either a Jedi or a Sith. I'm guessing Jedi, since you haven't reacted violently to me, yet. I, on the other hand, have come from the Sith. You won't walk away with a scar, if you refuse me again."

Kal flicked his eyes toward the doorway this woman had come through. Quickly, he erected a Force Barrier to keep her from fleeing that way. The truth was, he had no idea whether this woman was from the Jedi or the Sith. Not every Sith itched for a fight, and Kal had been away from the Empire for five years. It was entirely possible that this girl might twitch a red-colored lightsaber out in a second, in response to Kal's words.

"Think about it," Kal insisted, keeping his gaze level and unblinking with the blonde woman. "Get me up that lift and we won't have any trouble."